I asked him to buy me sanitary pads. At first, he froze like a deer in headlights. You could practically see the panic running across his face—like he was about to sit for an exam he hadn’t studied for.
He asked, “Uh… what kind?”
I said, “The usual ones. You’ll figure it out.”
So off he went, and I honestly expected him to come back with something completely random—diapers, tissues, maybe even paper towels. I was already preparing myself for a little lecture about how men never really understand these things.
But when he returned, he casually tossed the bag onto the couch. I opened it, and to my shock, inside was the exact brand, the exact type, even the exact size I always use. Not just close—perfectly right.
I looked at him suspiciously.
“How did you know I use these?” I asked.
And without missing a beat, he smirked and said,
“By the smell.”
I just stared at him, half horrified, half impressed, and then burst out laughing so hard I nearly cried. He stood there with this proud, cheeky grin, as if he had just solved the mystery of the universe.
That was the moment I realized—either he’s secretly a genius, or he just really enjoys messing with me.